[Chorus]
Ran up on that n***a cause he talking out his mouth
Reppin Indiana but that n***a from the South
Shawty bang my line but she just want some clout
Got that green all in my hands cause I'm smoking on that loud
Thinking that we fucking friends but you know that's not a fact
I get all the fuckin money yea I count up all the racks

[Verse]
And my pocket yea it go up yea that green yea it gon' stack
If you talkin' bout me n***a then you wish for fuckin death
Yea, a n***a finna blow up n***a finna be up next
If you doubting what I say, n***a get out of my head
Money all up in my mind that's what all up in my head
If you think we won't pull up, n***a you'll get fucking decked

[Verse]
Yea, [?] counting green
Talking bout me n***a yea you tryna fucking scheme
Making all this music [?] machine
Talking bout me n***a [?]

[Chorus]
Ran up on that n***a 'cause he talking out his mouth
Reppin Indiana but that n***a from the South
Ran up on that n***a 'cause he talking out his mouth
Reppin Indiana but that n***a from the South